Tonight, after dinner, Kathy said, “I need a cup of tea.”
She was saying more than, “I think some tea would be nice.” We both say it, every night. Tonight, as we made tea, I began to think about how much I really wanted a good cup of tea, and about the meaning packed into my urge for tea. I’m expecting this cup of tea to be the palliative, the restorative, the complete answer to all the tiring moments and hassles of my day, my week. There is definitely something symbolic in my tea thing. And I breath a sigh of disappointment when I drink the last drop, more than the last drop, I look down into the bone-dry cup, wishing for more, and I guess what I’m feeling is that it hasn’t quite done it – I need more. And I realize the pot on the table has gone cool, and if I want more, I’ll have to get up and go make it.
So, if you hear me say, “I need a cup of tea,” now you know what it is I’m saying.
so true, love it